Disclaimer: i don't own Calleigh or Greg
Summary: some girls like scars.
Spoilers: Play with Fire
Chicks Dig Scars. by Liv
Greg was tiered of this case. He'd been in Miami with Catherine for five days, and they hadn't gotten anywhere on the whereabouts on the missing child they were looking for.
Life was bad.
And Greg couldn't help but feel selfish. At least he knew where he was, that por boy didn't have a clue.
He sat on the bench in the Miami-Dade locker room, head bent, staring at his feet. He heard the locker door open but didn't register anyone's presence until a southern note hit his ears.
"Hey Sander, you alright?" Greg looked up to see Calleigh Duquesne standing next to him. Greg shrugged.
"I just feel kinda selfish, you know?" Greg asked, turning his head back down to his shoes.
"What do you mean?" she asked, sitting down next to him and folding her hands over her knees.
"I mean, I know where I am. I'm not stuck in a box somewhere trying to breath. I'm not locked up watching people I don't know, who apparently know me, walk past my box thinking I don't understand what's going on. Kevin Mitchell is all alone out there somewhere and we're all trapped in a glass box without a break and it's just so-," Greg broke off, sighing and dropping his head into his hands. He shook his head and looked up at Calleigh. "It's just so frustrating," he whispered. Her eyes glittered from his speech. She looked so interested in him, in his personality.
And Greg couldn't hellp himself, she wasn't like Catherine or Sara. Calleigh had a soothing quality.
Comforting quality, Greg thought, reaching up and brushing a wisp of blonde hair from her face, his finger tips lingering long enough to cause her to turn her head a bit, pressing the tips of her fingers along the side of his face.
"I know the feeling," she whispered.
Greg's hand dropped to the back of Callegih's neck, gently pushing her forward until their lips connected. They stayed pressed together like that for a moment until Calleigh kissed him back, parting her lips and kissing him deeper.
Greg moved his hand from the back of her neck, down her back to her waist. His other arm wrapping around her shoulders, while Calleigh's hands moved up his chest, cupping his face.
Greg pulled her closer, kissing her harder, their tongues moving in a slow rhythm.
Calleigh's left hand moved down Greg's neck, stopping at the change of skin texture. She pulled away, surprised.
"What happened to you?" asked Calleigh, unbuttoning Greg's shirt a bit and moving the fabric down his shoulders for a better look at the scars.
"It's nothing," said Greg, turning his head away, listening for the gasp, almost insured to come from Calleigh's lips.
"Oh god," she breathed, her fingers trailing down the back of Greg's arm. Greg squirmed, grinning foolishly at her.
"Tickles," Calleigh rolled her eyes at him.
"These look like burns, what happened?" she asked sitting down, tucking a leg beneath her.
"Lab accident."
"I didn't know you worked in the lab."
"Long time ago," replied Greg, his fingers trailing along Calleigh's side.
"You know Greg," said Calleigh, leaning closer towards Greg. "Chicks dig scars," Greg grinned.
"If I had a nickle," he muttered before kissing her again, and again, and again, until he didn't feel quite so selfish anymore.
Must have been the Southern comfort.
End.
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-x-liv